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I think I had one of the worst weekends on record, but first, a little background.
Me: I've been dealing with chronic, disabling, but undiagnosed abdominal pain since June, but it's been completely disabling since August. I've been hospitalized and bounced back and forth between a bunch of different specialists, and nobody could find an answer.
BF: Had an enormous kidney stone that was too big to pass, along with numerous smaller stones. He had a two part surgical procedure in early October to get rid of them, but there were some stones lodged in a place where the surgeon couldn't get to them. They waited a couple weeks, and in spite of passing six stones, CT showed at least 5 or 6 more, so they scheduled an additional operation to remove the rest. That was last Tuesday. There was a stint left in that he had instructions to remove himself on Friday.
So, Friday rolls around and all seems to be going okay. I was feeling as cruddy as ever, but more focused on bf. He did fine for the first few hours after the stint came out, then all of a sudden was doubled over in pain on the kitchen floor. Morphine did nothing to alleviate that pain, so we called his surgeon, who told him to go to the ER. Now, with his insurance, he has to go to one of a rather small network of hospitals that only takes that one insurance. This will be important later. So, we get to the ER, and I'm feeling worse and worse. His daughter had met us there, just in case I needed her to stay with him. I'm glad she did, as I was getting pretty bad. I headed home, and kept getting worse, so I called a friend to take me to the ER. It had gotten that bad. Well, I had to go to a different hospital (one that took my insurance). So, off we went.
Between me, bf, bf's daughter and my friend, text messages went back and forth updating everybody on how bf and I were doing and what was going on. At one point, bf's daughter texted that they were taking him back to ultrasound. My response was "Funny, that's where I'm headed now. Matching ultrasounds is NOT my idea of a romantic Friday night."
The outcome: BF just had a whole lot of irritation and swelling from the stint coming out. I, on the other hand, got admitted for emergency surgery to remove my gallbladder. It's a good thing I went when I did. Within hours I was vomiting uncontrollably, in spite of IV zofran every two hours that got switched to IV phenergan (which only sort of stopped the vomiting, but at least got it slowed down enough for surgery). This was definitely not the greatest weekend, though I'm hoping that this solves the chronic pain issue.
I did make bf promise me that we would make every effort to avoid hospitals for a while. We shall see.
Me: I've been dealing with chronic, disabling, but undiagnosed abdominal pain since June, but it's been completely disabling since August. I've been hospitalized and bounced back and forth between a bunch of different specialists, and nobody could find an answer.
BF: Had an enormous kidney stone that was too big to pass, along with numerous smaller stones. He had a two part surgical procedure in early October to get rid of them, but there were some stones lodged in a place where the surgeon couldn't get to them. They waited a couple weeks, and in spite of passing six stones, CT showed at least 5 or 6 more, so they scheduled an additional operation to remove the rest. That was last Tuesday. There was a stint left in that he had instructions to remove himself on Friday.
So, Friday rolls around and all seems to be going okay. I was feeling as cruddy as ever, but more focused on bf. He did fine for the first few hours after the stint came out, then all of a sudden was doubled over in pain on the kitchen floor. Morphine did nothing to alleviate that pain, so we called his surgeon, who told him to go to the ER. Now, with his insurance, he has to go to one of a rather small network of hospitals that only takes that one insurance. This will be important later. So, we get to the ER, and I'm feeling worse and worse. His daughter had met us there, just in case I needed her to stay with him. I'm glad she did, as I was getting pretty bad. I headed home, and kept getting worse, so I called a friend to take me to the ER. It had gotten that bad. Well, I had to go to a different hospital (one that took my insurance). So, off we went.
Between me, bf, bf's daughter and my friend, text messages went back and forth updating everybody on how bf and I were doing and what was going on. At one point, bf's daughter texted that they were taking him back to ultrasound. My response was "Funny, that's where I'm headed now. Matching ultrasounds is NOT my idea of a romantic Friday night."
The outcome: BF just had a whole lot of irritation and swelling from the stint coming out. I, on the other hand, got admitted for emergency surgery to remove my gallbladder. It's a good thing I went when I did. Within hours I was vomiting uncontrollably, in spite of IV zofran every two hours that got switched to IV phenergan (which only sort of stopped the vomiting, but at least got it slowed down enough for surgery). This was definitely not the greatest weekend, though I'm hoping that this solves the chronic pain issue.
I did make bf promise me that we would make every effort to avoid hospitals for a while. We shall see.
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